“It’s just that he doesn’t seem like your type. Her glasses moved quickly as her glance travelled from face to face. “Oh, Ann Veronica!” he cried, “I cannot let you go like this! You don’t understand. She could learn nothing of her son, and only obtained one solitary piece of information, which added to, rather than alleviated her misery,—namely, that Jonathan Wild had paid a secret visit to the Cross Shovels. All through the love music of the second act, until the hunting horns of Mark break in upon the dream, Ann Veronica’s consciousness was flooded with the perception of a man close beside her, preparing some new thing to say to her, preparing, perhaps, to touch her, stretching hungry invisible tentacles about her. Against the sinister, the threatening, monstrous inhumanity of the limitless city, there was nothing now but this supreme, ugly fact of a pursuit— the pursuit of the undesired, persistent male. Of course she had taken the boy as her lover, acting as his muse. " "And what might that be?" "Will McClintock take us both?" "You took that chance. But what I do is based upon the fact that he is one of those individuals who are conscience-driven. And we won’t make it so. It was in the quiet streets and squares toward Oxford Street that it first came into her head disagreeably that she herself was being followed.
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